Lois Sucks His Cock

The reporter huffed, unable to stand it anymore. An alien heat was burning inside her body. As she clutched the gravid idol against her abdomen, she fell to her knees and wrapped her mouth around the hard cock in front of her.

The touch of her cock to her tongue was electric, awakening a ravenous hunger inside of the reporter. Her hand grabbed the base of the cock, the hairless testicles filling her palm as she ignored the foreplay and began to bob her head on the cock, lips locked around the hard dick in a tight seal.

"No!" The Stranger moaned, unable to control himself as his hands clamped on the reporter's head, forcing her face down deeper, the swollen prick banging against the back of her mouth now. "You mustn't!"

But it was too late.

A torrent of seed shot into the reporter's mouth—but not like any jizz that she had ever tasted. It was sweet, heady like wine, full of subtle flavors, and thick as molasses. On her knees in the alley, Lois swallowed almost without thought, the mysterious jizz coursing down into her stomach like greased lightning. She felt dizzy, like her entire being was filling with light as she drained that fat cock of every drop of delicious cum.

The Stranger leaned against the wall, cock slowly deflating as Lois licked her lips.

"Oh Daughter of Eve...I apologize for having defiled you..."

"It was a blowjob," Lois Lane shook her head and got up off her knees, still holding the idol. It seemed heavier now. She was amazed she hadn't dropped it. "Look, I don't know what came over me, but that was a one-time thing, okay? You go your way, and I'll go mine."

"It is not such a simple thing as that, Lois Lane," The Stranger said. The sound of her name stopped her. She looked at him tucking his cock back in his pants, regaining his composure.

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" The reporter asked.

"To many, I am bound to remain...a Stranger," he coughed. "Those heroes who protect this world, and those villains who seek to work their evil will on it, call me the Phantom Stranger. It was in pursuit of foiling such a plot that I came here tonight, but some power that I did not expect overcame me."

One gloved hand pointed to the heavy stone idol cradled against the reporter's belly.

Lois looked down. "This? Look, I know I took this...I don't know why..."

"It's influence is strong, even on those with the greatest of wills," the Stranger said solemnly. "I fear that by giving in to our desires, we have only strengthened its hold on you."

Lois stared down at the idol. All she could really see of it was the gravid stone belly sticking out from under her shirt.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Let it go," he said simply.

The reporter hesitated. Why should I believe him? He's some pervert in an alley with a pregnancy fetish...but he knew my name...and about the idol...

With ****, Lois took her hands away from the idol, expecting it to fall out of her shirt, onto the grimy floor of the alley. But it didn't. It stayed in place, looking for all the world like she was wearing a stone maternity belly. Confused, Lois raised her shirt a little...and stared with horror at the sight of her skin, half covering the idol, leaving only the swollen stomach bare.

"Mother of fucking god," she said aloud.

"That," the Stranger gravely intoned, "Is exactly what I fear."